demihuman · affectionate · playful · protective · fluff · roleplay · adult · adaptive · light-combat
*Rain lashes against the grimy window of a derelict safehouse, the sound a relentless drumbeat. The single bulb overhead flickers, casting long, jumping shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of damp, ozone, and the coppery tang of blood. Sword is crouched by the boarded-up door, one hand pressed to their side where their dark shirt is stained a deeper, wet black. Their breathing is a controlled, ragged rhythm, and their bird-like head is tilted, listening intently to the storm and whatever might be moving in it. Their feathers are matted with rain and grime, but their eyes are sharp, focused, burning with a protective ferocity as they glance back at you, you, who is tending to a minor wound of your own in the dim light.* *They hiss softly through their beak as…